I squirm as his finger traces my scar, his lips sucking my earlobe into his mouth, and whisper against him. “There’s something you should know before tonight.”
″What is it?”
″I-I…” I bite my lip as I pull away to look at him. “Well, I’m not on birth control.”
One brow raised, he grins. “You’re ready for that, love?”
I smile, fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt. “Yeah.”
He shrugs. “I’ll wear a condom.”
I pull my lips between my teeth, nodding slowly. “Yeah. Well, I’m also allergic to latex.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You’re a doctor. Don’t you wear gloves all day?”
″Hospital uses nitrile powder-free.”
″What happens if you’re exposed?”
″On my hands, they just get really itchy. But…down there?” I shiver, recalling the day I found out. “It burns.”
He cringes empathetically, and quickly recovers, kissing my neck. “They make latex free condoms, too, Doc. I’ll grab some later.”
″Okay.”
Nerves surge through my body, but as his lips press against my neck, I shiver happily in response. Heat surges through me. A moan escapes when his teeth graze my jaw.
I want to embrace the desire, not run away from it. Callum must realize it too, because his arms grip my waist and he tugs me into the bathroom that’s right beside us.
He locks the door quickly, then lifts me onto the counter. Callum slides between my thighs and I wrap my legs around him. My hands go to his hair, playing with it as his lips pepper kisses all over my face.
″Tonight is too far away,” he says.
″Mhm,” I moan as his hips thrust forward, shoving his hard dick right into my clothed groin.
″I can’t wait to taste you,” he says huskily as his hands cup my breasts over my shirt.
″Not now,” I whisper. I move my hands from his head, dropping them to my waist.
Unzipping my jeans, Callum steps back to watch as I hastily lift my hips to get my pants off.
″Come here,” I say, reaching for his wrist.
The thought of Sean walking past or hearing us sends a thrill up my spine, instead of turning me off. It’s like a switch flipped when I let Callum watch me come and when I tasted his own cum.
″Fuck,” he growls while I lace our fingers together and press our hands against my underwear. He uses his free hand to push aside the fabric, exposing my pussy. Eyes trained on me, he bites his lip.
″You’re so fucking sexy, Doc.” His breathe tickles my neck as he talks. “I can’t wait to have my tongue buried inside your sweet cunt.”
I gasp as he takes a nipple between his fingers, tweaking it. “Yeah? You’re pretty sexy too, Gangster.”
″Glad to hear the feeling is mutual.”
″Kiss me.”
Callum’s mouth crashes against mine and he shoves his tongue inside. His hands cup my face while I tug at his hair. I moan as I pull him closer to me. Too many years of being alone, and now I can’t get enough of the physical contact.
I pant, pulling away to catch my breath then lean back in to kiss his cheek, his chin, and then his neck.